Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You Can't Afford Me by Thedora Birnir

Chapter 235

Chapter 235 She And I Have Nothing To Do Wit…

“Understood–I’ll head right over.”

Eric ended the call swiftly and drove straight toward Maple Bay.

Visiting Quentin’s home wasn’t unusual, but this time felt strangely different.

Moments after pressing the bell, Quentin appeared in the doorway.

“Mr. Flynn.” Quentin stepped aside. “Please, come in.”

“Much appreciated.”

Giving Quentin a brief nod, Eric walked inside.

“I’ve been waiting,” Ernest said quietly from his seat on the couch.

“Ernest.” Eric acknowledged warmly before glancing around curiously. “What’s the reason for all this mystery?”

With visible effort, Ernest attempted to rise, prompting Eric to quickly retrieve the cane resting nearby. “Here

you go.”

“Thank you,” Ernest murmured, accepting the cane and studying Eric carefully. “Follow me upstairs.”

“Alright,” Eric said, though an unsettling feeling gripped him.

He followed Ernest upstairs.

Reaching the top, Ernest paused solemnly outside a particular room.

Eric’s confusion deepened. “What’s going on, Ernest?”

Ernest nodded. “There’s someone you need to meet.”

Taking a careful breath, Ernest twisted the knob, gently pushing the door open.

Eric peered cautiously inside.

Within the modestly sized room, things appeared slightly cluttered yet deliberately arranged–items lined neatly along the walls, leaving open floor space covered by a soft carpet.

At the center sat a young boy, around three, fully engrossed in stacking colorful blocks.

Stunned, Eric shot an astonished glance toward Ernest.

Before he could speak, Ernest quietly shut the door, careful not to disturb the boy’s focus.

“Ernest…?”

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Shock clouded Eric’s face, a thousand unspoken questions tumbling through his mind, none finding their way

out clearly.

exactly was the child inside? What was he doing here at Quentin’s? Why had Ernest been

boy possibly be

expression, Ernest nodded with a faint smile. “Your guess is right. He’s

Eric froze, his eyes widening

could this be

hit him.

he had Quentin

turned out to be this child–and, Eric suspected, probably the

as well.

flashed vividly into his mind, suddenly making perfect

had long suspected Ernest might have someone else, though she’d never

brother directly.

“Actually, the real question

this to Linda?”

Eric’s voice dropped, heavy with warning. “You owe Linda everything,

reason you’re still here.”

across Ernest’s handsome features, his expression

of this to happen. Hurting Linda was

her now.”

that genuinely Ernest’s stance?

yet deep down,

door, Eric finally asked softly, “Ernest,

toward the

explain.”

“I’m listening.”

crash Ernest

lingering

seemed

investigating discreetly for years. Unfortunately, their attempts had uncovered little,

darkened sharply. “So they’re still

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you?”

with determination.

again, it was time to repay old grudges

Ernest assured Eric, his existence

he couldn’t fault Ernest entirely, but whether Linda could see it the same way

another matter.

blood; they couldn’t

to keep it

before raising another delicate concern. “The boy naturally belongs with us.

his mother?”

complication

decisive, his handsome face carefully devoid of emotion. “She means nothing to me

tense features upon hearing that

least that much was certain.

too hard. Linda just needs time. Eventually, I’m sure she’ll

all, this entire situation had genuinely been

belonged firmly to Linda–that much

Ernest murmured, his brows still shadowed with

afternoon, Hadley left the hospital, relieved that Joy was

at the dance studio, she stayed until her usual finishing time, finding

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